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Private  Unto the Amphitheatre of Sleaze    Ian's necessity, Someone else's pleasure
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Played by    55 Posts Ian Donnaghan

The roar of the crowds echoed from within the fighting pit; the sound of screams, both of Infected on the hunt and uninfected being on the receiving end of another man's punch or a vampire's bite. The sound was rather overwhelming for Ian, but, the longer he was there, the more he got used to it. The scent of blood was also abundant here, alongside the general scent of the unfortunate souls who bore the virus in their veins. As such, the Doctor felt somewhat disgusted to be here; man-on-man was one thing, but man-on-Infected seemed simply...stupid to say the least and downright immoral at the most. Yet, here he was, registering for a fight of his own; this had been the second time he had done this, but it wasn't for dangerous thrills on his part. No, the Vampire was there for the funds...the better to keep the surgery stocked with quality medical materials, and as it turns out, those lucky bastards who do win their fights tend to get paid very well for their bout of luck. As he entered the registry 'office', which was simply a booth that stunk of stale alcohol, sat a woman of African-American descent, who was busy scrawling down the notes for tonight. She took note of the doctor's approach and spoke with a slight dismissive tone.


"Well...evenin' to you honey, you lookin' to sign up for some trouble?"


Ian nodded in acknowledgement


"Indeed I am", he replied. The Registrar immediately began to scrawl his details down.

""A'ight then, what kind of trouble you lookin' for?"

The doctor stated bluntly, he wasn't going to mince words in a place such as this. "The Infected kind."


The woman's head darted up at the mention of the creatures contained within the arena and stalked the lands outside of Stronghold's walls. She gave a little sigh, as though she had heard this many times before, but was unable to stop so many poor fools from signing their own death warrants.
"Huh...what kind?", she asked, to which Ian replied. "Feral please."


She gave another wearied sigh at this.


"Now honey, you know that once you get in the ring with one of those bastards, only one 'a you is comin' out alive right?" Ian simply nodded in acknowledgement, the registrar then carried on. "Well then, tonight is one of those nights where they're letting the fighters bring their own weapons in, you got anythin' besides what God gave you?"


The Vampire opened his greatcoat, at his belt was a sheathe from which a polished gold handle seemed to peak out. He drew it out, revealing the serpentine blade of an Indonesian Kris. It was one of Ian's more finer acquistions during the first two years of his re-awakening; he had found it in some rich so -and-so's abandoned pad. The women seemed to give a whistle of admiration at the weapon; it was clear that she, like much of Stronghold's population beneath the upper echelons, had never seen such a blade before. That brief moment would then be swallowed by her world-weariness as she returned to her papers.


"Well, looks like the janitor will be getting a fancy new souvenir from the ring...you got a name honey?"


At that, Ian just gave a simple shrug, and a slight smile at the reference he was going to make.


"Just put me down as the Lone Wanderer...should give the audience a bit of a spectacle."


The registrar simply nodded at this as she finished the last of the paperwork. After that, she would press a buzzer; within a few seconds, the door would slide open, and Ian would be greeted by the all-too familiar sound of Infected howling and snarling. The woman told him to present himself to Manny, and that he would take care of the rest...and told him not to stick his hand in the cages. With a nod, he would stride into the darkness, his mind putting together his method for the fight.


Posted 05-02-2021, 10:38 AM This post was last modified: 08-04-2021, 08:34 AM by Andromeda
Played by potatochips    35 Posts Eve Lovell

Her viridescent eyes scan the crowd's faces, taking in every bit of reaction she could read upon them. It would not be the first time that Eve went and saw the fights but there was something about the bloodiness of the fights and the responses of the unique crowd drawn to it, which did not fail to surprise and entertain her.

The fighters were mostly either desperate ones or those who had egos the size of the Stronghold and thus in her eyes, they were nothing but numbers. The infecteds however, were a curious bunch. Her scientific pursuits pushed to know if the Infected were in any way, influenceable by drugs and poisons but self-preservation dictated that she does not meddle with that kind even though her curiosity about them was abundant.

Whenever she could, Eve did ask for whatever remnants of the infected she could possibly get her hands on, however without a proper framework to follow to even begin her studies, most of her experiments fail. If only there was someone, someone not like the judgemental pricks that were Cypher, who could help her with this, then perhaps her studies could take flight.

She came as a spectator for the night, however, after the last fight, the maitre’d’ came up to her box and asked her for help. The physician they had for the night was attacked by a fighter and they both, unfortunately, got too near the cages. Now the theatre had no doctor and they were also down a fighter.

With a roll of her seafoam eyes and a soft sigh, Eve dragged her feet over to the hall leading to the back of the amphitheater where the rest of the fighters were waiting for their turn and those who were being carted around in stretchers into body bags or for the lucky ones, a good old dose of drugs and stitches, were asked to stay.

Someone fetched for her a sterile plastic suit which she begrudgingly put over the gorgeous body-hugging dress she had donned for the night. With a flick of her finger, she called upon a busboy and carefully handed to him each of the jeweled accessories she had on her, and with a silent threat to ensure no piece was missing, Eve waved him away.

”Thanks, Manny. Just let me and the boys handle it.” She frowned at the older man as she headed towards where both wounded men were now being held. It was a mundane task, one she would’ve happily delegated to her pet Micah, but it happened that he had to attend to clinic duties for the Military, and she couldn’t call upon him to take over.

With another doleful sigh, Eve put on a pair of fresh gloves and sashayed towards the chaotic “health station”, a little amused as the men, fighters, and her would-be helpers, appeared to be entranced by her presence there.

Their trance was however broken, when the screaming and writhing stupid fighter fought his way out of the grasps of those who were holding him down and bounded to her like a feral animal. ”Oh honey,” she crooned softly, spreading her arms open as if to receive him into her embrace.

However, as soon as he was within her reach, she pulled out a scalpel from the pocket of her plastic suit and slit his throat with it. Blood sprayed everywhere and all over her but Eve hardly batted an eyelash. Where the incident made the few humans around her fall silent, it enticed the Infected in their cages and heightened their mania.

”There, that’s taken care of. Now you.” She turned her gaze upon the foolish doctor who had a good chunk of his arm bitten off. With a snap of her fingers, Manny sprinted to present to her an unmarked vial and a syringe. Tucking the handle of the bloodied scalpel against her ear like one would a flower, she took the vial and syringe from the maitre’d’, then filled the small tube with the dubious-looking liquid.

After, she tossed the vial to the ground and held the syringe and the scalpel in each hand. ”Easy way or messy way?” She fluttered her long lids at the doctor and smiled prettily.

The man, however, appeared to have other ideas, struggled against those who held him, and ran off when he was able to slip away. But his deranged and poorly thought escape was cut short when he bodily slammed against a man in the corridor.

”Help me, please. She’s crazy!” he begged the man who just came from the Registrar’s office.

Eve, who still had blood all over her dress and specks over her face, only looked at the newcomer and shrugged. She hardly expects anybody would stand up to help the man. Whoever entered the amphitheater, fighter or staff, knew that they'd already signed away their lives when they got into it.

And though she wasn’t as well-known as the rest of the psychos of the Spades, the way Manny, the maitre’d’ and the currently known highest official present in the theater tonight, pandered to her, should make the rest of these foolish crowd, vaguely aware of her status.

Posted 07-31-2021, 09:47 PM
Played by    55 Posts Ian Donnaghan
It had all started so suddenly for Ian; what had started off with shouting in the distance and the scently of freshly-spilled blood, would end with a wounded man running into him. The stranger, begging him for help from someone who was crazy. A very swift examination revealed the man to be missing chunks, and a woman clad in protective clothing covered in blood; with a sniff of the air, he could smell the plague within the man; it was a minor one, further indicating him to be recently infected. The Vampire looked the man in the eyes and gave a sigh.

"Shhhh...its alright mate...I'll let you go."

He said as he grasped the panicked stranger into a hug. Yet, in his desperation, the newly-infected man didn't spot the glimmer of the Kris' blade that Ian had in his sash. With a swift gesture, the man suddenly fell limp. The Kris had been drawn, and plunged into the gap between the stranger's ribs, perforating his heart as he did so...death had been instantaneous. Still, the Doctor remembered the brief look of shock and betrayal on the stranger's face...something that felt like an eternity from his perspective. Soon enough, the dead man would slide off the blade and fell to the floor with eyes glancing lifelessly at the bleach lights; Ian gave the man the courtesy of closing his eyes. With his unfortunate task done, Ian began to move onwards, giving a solemn nod to the woman in blooded protection gear...who he had assumed was there to euthanise those fighters who survived their matches but became infected during the conflict. After that was done, he would press on to the gates to the arena...he could hear the excited chattering of the bloodthirsty mob on the other side; he still had the blood-soaked Kris drawn.

Tag Eve Lovell
Posted 08-01-2021, 08:52 AM
Played by potatochips    35 Posts Eve Lovell

From where she stood, the exchange between the two men was hardly discernable. Eve had half a mind to tell someone to drag the former doctor back lest he convince the stranger but soon, the bitten man sagged within the other's embrace. The latter then bent over to shut the dead man's eyes, as if out of respect, which made her raise her brow. It was a peculiar sight, at least in her opinion, as she believed each man in here would only look after their own selves and would hardly care for other people's deaths.

"Aww, thanks. I thought I was going to have to run in heels." She winked at the man as he passed by her and gave her a curt nod. She expected a better reaction from him but as he appeared to be eager to step into his own grave, Eve didn't find it necessary to interact with him any longer. The blades in his hands though, were quite pretty, and she thought of having them for herself.

With a snap of her gloved fingers, she called the maitre'd forward, asking him details of the next fight. When she found out the Lone Wanderer chose to fight a feral, her viridian eyes glowed with excitement. "I call dibs on the blades. Treat it as my fee for helping you out." She sultry crooned at Manny.

As a leader of Spades, she was expected to conduct some services for free, but since tonight was supposed to be her free night, Eve opted to treat it as a favor owed to her. Besides, with her reputation as the token crazy lady, hardly anyone could refuse her anything.

With that deal sealed, Eve shimmied out of the protective suit and her dress, unbothered that she was stripping in front of men and Infected. One of her pets handed her a warm wet towel to wipe off the grime and a new dress to change into. Someone had the sweet idea to bring a mirror for her, so she used it to retouch her makeup and ensure her hair was pristine. Then, with that done, she strutted back up to her box to watch the man with the pretty blades dance with a feral.

Tag Ian Donnaghan

Posted 08-01-2021, 06:37 PM
Played by    55 Posts Ian Donnaghan
Soon enough, Ian would hear the voice of the announcer begin the introductions that would see him enter the arena. As expected, it began with the usual flowery details of what is to be expected from the fight, accompanied by his mention that the Doctor would be fighting a Feral. Naturally, that got the audience ooing in anticipation of what was to come for the match. When it comes to the Infected, one can at least fend off a Hunter; they still had an iota of self-preservation in their brains and knew when a fight was lost. Not so with Ferals...once they were committed to a fight, be it for food or for self-defense, they would not stop until either they or their target were dead. Eventually, the gates would open as the announcer called his epithet in that classic boxing ring manner, and the crowd would explode into cheers as he entered the arena. With his steps, he would raise the Kris high into the air like a gladiator in the colosseum saluting the Emperor; what he was doing required a good bit of mummery on his part, a part that needed to be played well here so as not to inspire an angry mob. Lowering the blade, which still dripped with the stranger's heart's blood, the Vampire would bring it low and then dip his thumb along the edge. Then, he would begin to mark his face...like a warrior of old preparing for battle; there was an element of pragmatism to it however. Whilst the audience would see it as nothing more than mere theatrics, Ian knew that it would goad the Feral into fighting...his own condition alone would have made it somewhat docile, and things would have looked suspicious if he had to make the firs tmove against an Infected variant known for its hyper aggression.

"Alright Ian, remember why you're doing this."

He whispered to himself as he made the finishing touches to his sanguine warpaint, which consisted of a stripe going down each eye, folowed by a series of triangles along his cheeks and chin. No sooner had he finished had he begun to hear the sound of snarling and screaming. He turned to look upon the curtained cage at the other end of the sandy arena, where the animalstic sounds and the grunt of struggling Jabberwockies could be heard. Eventually, the veil would be lifted, and Ian would get a good luck at his foe; it was a man, of European stock...he had no hair, perhaps it had been shaved by some unlucky bugger, or perhaps it had torn all of it out. Either way, it smelled the blood that covered the Level V Infected, and it truly began to scratch and tear towards the blood's direction, snapping at him with those shark-like teeth as it did so. Knowing that the time had come, the Eclipse Treasurer eased himself into a stance which consisted of him focussing much of his weight on his back leg as he leaned into it, with the front leg pointing toward the Feral. His blade hand would hold the Kris in a reverse grip that would also point towards the creature, with the free hand placed upon the pommel. Both wrists were clearly armoured too. Soon enough, the cage would open; the Feral leapt out screaming and the crowd would roar with anticipation at the bloodshed to follow.

Tag Eve Lovell
Posted 08-01-2021, 07:43 PM
Played by potatochips    35 Posts Eve Lovell

Eve lounged over a divan, specifically brought up to the box for her use, and looked down upon the caged ring with nonchalance. She expected it to be over soon, as was always the case where Ferals were involved. From her observation of the fights, those types of Infected were ones who had no sense of thought nor self-preservation and whose only aim is to maim, feed and kill.

It piqued her interest that the Lone Wanderer put on such a macabre show of bravery. Painting his face with the dead doctor's blood and making himself more of a target as he crouched low in his side of the ring. Although he was likely to be done for before he could even blink, Eve had to laud him for his courage. It made her consider giving him a quick death, should he survive from the Feral ripping him apart.

However, although the Infected leaped into the stage like the mad creature that it was, it appeared to briefly assess its opponent first, before launching itself to the air, greedy undead arms outstretched to grab its meal. It wasn't noticeable for those who had little to no appreciation for the vile creatures, but for Eve who had mad lots of it, she noted that split-second indecision and found it interesting.

Soon the whole stadium was in an uproar, as somehow, Lone Wanderer appeared to be dodging the Feral's attempts at catching him.

With a snap of her fingers, Eve beckoned Manny back to her side. "Where did you find that person?" Although the fighter was putting up quite a show, a small doubtful thought began to sprout in her thoughts. The only people she heard of that could stand on par, if not above Ferals, were Military brats.

"He just walked in? Did you make sure he's clean? No wires? Bugs?" Though it should, the confirmation that the fighter was indeed clean didn't please her any bit.

Her association with the Spades made her dance on the thin line of life or instant death on a daily basis, but self-preservation had always seen to it that she makes favorable decisions that ensured her survival. Right now, as the whole stadium roared to life with excitement, a small pit of dread carved itself in her gut.

Unfurling from her leisurely lounge, Eve turned her back from the ring and marched towards the exit leading to the basement with her little pets at her heel. "Manny, as soon as the fight is over, whether or not that guy has limbs intact. Bring him to me."

Tag Ian Donnaghan

Posted 08-04-2021, 10:51 AM
Played by    55 Posts Ian Donnaghan
The beast made its move after the split seconds of its indecision, and Ian was more than ready for its leap. Within the last second, in accordance with the mummery aspect of this fight, the Eclipse Doctor wove himself under the creature's full body launch...and that wouldn't be the only thing he would do. With a flash of silver just as the Feral flew over him, Ian's Kris cut into his foe's gut before it crashed into the cage wall; it would not be fatal, but it would indeed give the crowd a rare spectacle to be sure. Picking himself up from the slide, the Vampire swiftly leapt to his feet as the creature picked itself from the ground; the wound on its stomach . Swiftly, with a loud shriek, the Feral made another predatory leap, which Ian sidestepped, also at the last minute so as to maintain the illusion of barely keeping up with the creature. With a snarl of animalistic rage, the creature surprised Ian by smashing him in the face with its flailing elbow. The impact cracked the Treasurer's cheekbone, causing his teeth to bite into the wall of the cheek and him to step backwards a bit; before he knew it, the Feral was seizing the opportunity. It threw itself at its Sapient counterpart, but he was ever the thinker on his feet. As the beast smashed into him and sent him tumbling on his back, he sought to use the momentum to thrust his legs up into his foe's gut. The technique would send the thing back into the cage wall with a loud clang. The crowd roared at the successful execution of the manouvre, ecstatic at what they saw as both a feat of cunning and a feat of ballsiness. Ian would then headspring back to his feet and promptly spat out the wad of blood that had briefly accumulated in his mouth; the wound had already healed. Swiftly turning to face to his opponent, the Vampire felt his blood rise a little as the adrenaline pumped. The Feral slowly rose from the sand of the floor; it wasn't in pain naturally, but the headfirst impact in the cage had made it severely disoriented...one of the few things that Infected of any stripe remained vulnerable to. It then wretched up large amount of blood; the subtle gastric scent indicated to Ian that he may have accidentally perforated its stomach, thus causing a leak of digestive juices into the blood.

"Come on you fucker!" Hissed Ian in a rare moment of savagery on his part, making the "bring-it-on" gesture as he did so. "Let's finish this!

Having recovered from its dizziness, the Feral once more came at the Doctor with renewed fury...and this time, he was ready. The creature came at him with a run, with both arms trying to get a hold. Instead, the Vampire slipped under the blow and plunged the Kris into the creature's back. With the force brought on by the two-handed thrust, he felt the blade strike bone and heard it cleave through until it severed the spinal cord at the waist level. The Feral's legs gave way, causing it to fall face-first into the sand; still, it would not give up. The audience fell silent in turn, their breath taken away by the events that unfolded before them. Using its arms, it dragged itself around, carrying its useless legs in a trail of disturbed sand and pouring blood from a wound that was healing much slower, due to its sheer severity. The Vampire saw the hunger in its eyes; the Feral was still determined to have its fill. With the rush replaced by pity, Ian moved in to grab it by by the crown of its head. It snapped and howled still, filled with that all-consuming fire that compelled it to kill and consume. With a sigh, he brought the Kris down on the creature's neck six gory times before parting its head from its famished shoulders. With the deed done, Ian held the severed head high, snapping slowly while the last of its brain's commands ebbed away. The crowd, swiftly and suddenly, erupted into earth-shaking, rapturous applause at the sight of this victory.

Tag Eve Lovell
Posted 08-04-2021, 12:37 PM
Played by potatochips    35 Posts Eve Lovell

Eve didn't bother to see the rest of the fight. The moment that Lone Wanderer danced toe to toe on the stage against the Feral, as if putting on a show, she knew something was wrong. Other than the fights themselves, she had not seen an Infected up close, but from what she heard from those who have been hunting Infected for years, nobody ever did manage to remain unscathed in the first few seconds of one on one fight against those undead. They said instinctual fear, the subconscious recognizing the disparity in strength, renders one's body rigid, always leaving one precariously vulnerable for a few seconds. Unless one was brought up by Military, brats drilled from youth to overcome all instincts in favor of following orders, that overwhelming fear must be evident in the first few seconds.

Yet Lone Wanderer did not show any of that. He appeared calm even when the Feral launched itself at him. Eve couldn't tell from her perch but she bet he only broke sweat out of exertion and not the usual fear.

It eerily reminded her of Atlas. But Atlas was crazy. Atlas sought fights for the adrenaline rush itself. Lone Wanderer did not look like the daredevil type and he didn't exhibit the same frenzied mania that Atlas usually portrayed.

Still, Eve could not allow such a gem to just pass her by. He may be a little drab looking but there was no denial that he could set stadium on fire. That and those blades of his trulybmake a pretty picture. In the dark winding corridors to the basement, they could already feel the vibrations of the excited crowd above. She didn't need to see to know that the pretty gem won.

She sent Marshmallow to fetch him, to politely ask Lone Wanderer to claim his prize from Eve herself. And perhaps, be open for negotiations. The basement may be eerily dim but there was enough light to conduct transactions. She preferred it this way too, so that her little pets could hide in the shadows, ready for action if anything should happen.

When he arrived, he would find Eve sitting on a pile of black travel bags. It didn't take a genius to know that each was filled with money.

"You put on quite a show." she greeted the fighter with a warm smile. "You wouldn't mind terribly if Marshmallow holds onto your blades for a few minutes would you? Just for security purposes."

A young lithe man with a boyish smile would then stand beside the Lone Wanderer and wait for him to hand his weapons over.

Despite the goosebumps that run over her arm and the back of her neck, Eve casually watched the fighter closely from her perch. He definitely did not give off any of the crazy vibes Atlas usually radiate and it made her interested. How could such a harmless looking man be deceptively dangerous?

However, regardless of the alarm bells ringing in her head, the young woman stubbornly forges ahead.

Cupping her chin and resting her elbow over her knee, she cocked her head to the side and boldly eyed the stranger from head to toe. "Oh and also just for safety protocols, please strip. Like everything. We have to check if you were bitten anywhere."

Tag Ian Donnaghan

Posted 08-05-2021, 12:35 PM This post was last modified: 08-05-2021, 12:39 PM by Eve Lovell
Played by    55 Posts Ian Donnaghan
Still feeling his bones vibrate from the rapturous adoration of the crowd, Ian found himself approached by a man who seemed official-looking by Jabberwock standards. He beckoned the Doctor to follow him, saying that the Boss wanted to speak with him before issuing his reward. Naturally, he understood; even the Jabberwockies, chaotic as they were, had protocols when it came to contact with the Infected. Letting potential plaguebearers walk around would, after all, be very bad for business. Ultimately, Ian simply nodded and followed the man. Through the grimy corridors they would go, until he was brought into the room where the woman from before was setting on black bags. She smelled of perfume and cleaning products, but the scent of spilled blood was still there...faint as it was. She would congratulate him on his victory, before subtly requesting that he hand over his weapons.

"Of course, of course....and I suppose while we're at it..." Ian began, revealing his accent to the woman for the first time. He handed over the Kris first, its still-blooded serpentine blade glinting in the few strands of light present in the room. After that, he would then reach into his leather greatcoat and pulled out a rather ornate sawed-off shotgun...as well as his smaller medical kit and an inordinate number of survival blades for openness' sake. "There we are, now that things are out in the open."

After that, she would then ask him to strip off his clothes so as to check for any bites. Observing where her eyes went, he suspected that wasn't the only thing she would be watching in this case. Still, he obliged, starting with the coat first; it clattered as it landed on the floor with its metal plates. Underneath was a simple green tunic with a bright red bandana around his neck. Pulling these off, the Treasurer revealed a burn mark on his shoulder that looked old. Ian knew all too well that was the place where his infector had bitten him and had chose to burn the mark so as to obfuscate its presence. Once that was done, he swiftly pulled off his lower garments, until only his underwear remained. The Vampire was clearly a decently-built speciment, expressing a lithe physique that oozed grace rather than power. He also had a worn tattoo of Iron Maiden's Eddie the Head as he looked on the cover of The Number of the Beast.

"Well then mam, you've done what many have failed to do...get me in my underwear. Yet I doubt my physique is the only reason for my presence."

Tag Eve Lovell
Posted 08-05-2021, 01:34 PM
Played by potatochips    35 Posts Eve Lovell

She had been taught men either wanted authority, sex, or fame and that often, their actions were fueled by those wants. The fact that he showed up here in the pits was telltale that he wanted the last. The way he had acted around the infected doctor earlier contradicted what egotistical men are known for, yet the manner with which he fought and roused the whole stadium told her he was an exhibitionist.

However, just when she thought she had pinned him down, she watched the Lone Wanderer take out one weapon after another. It spoke both of confidence and cautiousness. Frustratingly, it was becoming apparent that he was a man of contradictions. If only she treasured her precious little neck a little less, Eve would've found him enchanting. But she liked her pretty little neck too much and not even a promising lay would ever make her reconsider.

With interest, she watched him as he took off one article of clothing after another until he was down to his underwear. Eve didn't find fault in eyeing his bare torso and limbs, for it was all in display. She also felt no guilt in admitting he was an eye candy. He looked a little bit older than Jawbreaker but still a fine specimen.

"Well, that maybe because you either find me very persuasive or you just wanted to put on a show for me." She giggled lightly. The young woman devilishly thought of asking him to relieve himself of the last piece of clothing but refrained from speaking it out. Instead, she twirled her index finger around, beckoning him to give her a little twirl. All for the sake of examination, of course.

When that was done, Eve made no effort to tell him to dress nor did she tell him to approach. "Hmm, well looks like you're all good.“ she crooned as her eyes alight with mischief.

Unfurling from her lounging position atop the bags, she appeoached the Lone Wanderer cautiously. "I have some business I'd like to propose, you're free to accept or decline, but know that it is a one-time offer and will never be spoken of again." She spoke in a velvety tone as she stretched out to trace one lacquered fingernail from his torso up his chiseled chest. "I don't care about your reasons for showing up here tonight, but how about showing up more regularly? Say, be one of our regular fighters? You're quite a showman and I really like that..." she sultry purred.

Tag Ian Donnaghan

Posted 08-05-2021, 03:01 PM This post was last modified: 08-05-2021, 03:01 PM by Eve Lovell
Played by    55 Posts Ian Donnaghan
"Or perhaps I came because declining might stir the hornet's nest and deny my community the income from my risk?"

Remarked Ian, who clearly was not lying; he would not have thrown himself in the ring had it not served a better purpose. He also knew from past dealings that the Jabberwockies were an unpredictable bunch, taking offense at things that one might not think about. After her inspection, he began to swiftly get back into his clothes; she had clearly been admiring the view after all. As he himself got dressed, she began to delve into the details of what she wanted. To cut to the chase, she wanted him to fight...no doubt having seen and heard his fight against the Feral. Ian's first instinct was to say no, but he had to admit he was curious...plus it would allow Eclipse to gain a few more insights into the activities of the Jabberwockies if he played his cards right.

"Perhaps..." began the Doctor as he began to re-tie his bandana around his neck. "My schedule usually permits me to only come to Stronghold once a month and be in the area for 3-7 days...however, a clever woman such as yourself could easily spin that into an even greater spectacle I imagine."

He then moved to put his coat back on after his gauntlets, the armour plating clattering subtly in his sleeves.

"However, you must also pardon my candour in asking a few more questions; first being, what is your name? It would be rather unusual in not knowing the name of a prospective patron...and second, would it just be Infected I'm expected to fight?"

Tag Eve Lovell
Posted 08-05-2021, 03:32 PM
Played by potatochips    35 Posts Eve Lovell

"I was referring to having you take your clothes off, something which you say, many people failed at," Eve giggled teasingly as she took note of the tidbit of information he shared. "I thought you found me persuasive or wanted to put on a show for me."

As she watched him get back into his clothes, she turned his words in her head. He was either from a drifter colony or was perhaps from outskirt community which thrived on smuggling goods and defying the Military. Either way, it was an intel that might be of use later. "I'd be lying if I said I find it admirable that you would stick your neck out for the sake of your community." She retracted her arm and casually folded it over the other across her hip.

"What I would say though, is that you dress up too quickly... I was enjoying the view." she winked at him.

With a tap of her foot, Jawbreaker came up to pick a bag from the pile and rolled it over to the Lone Wanderer's feet. The hulking man, of course, had to menacingly look over the fighter before retreating back to the shadows.

"Hm, such a tight schedule, must be why people rarely get you out of your clothes. Of course, there's no question that it will be special. The only other thing it needs to be is worth your while." Sliding her hand over her hip, down to the high slit of her dress, Eve seductively pulled at the cloth to reveal a small black purse strapped over her slender thigh. Maintaining eye contact with the man, she retrieved a small phone from the pouch then dangled it in front of his face.

"We can be in touch through this phone, I'll call you when a fight is up and you have to decide if you show up or not. It's already a given that we must find arrangements suitable for both of us." Taking a step to close the distance between them so that it only took very little to press her lithe body against his, Eve reached out to brush the back of her hand gently against the side of his face. "Of course you will only be fighting Infecteds but if you want to duel with another fighter, because it is not impossible that someone will challenge you for I plan to make you famous, it's up to you."

Hand gliding over his stubbled jaw, she paused at his chin to drag her thumb against his lower lip."As to knowing my name, Mr. Lone Wonderer, I require an equivalent information. If you tell me yours first, then maybe I will tell you mine."


Tag Ian Donnaghan

Posted 08-05-2021, 04:29 PM This post was last modified: 08-05-2021, 04:37 PM by Eve Lovell
Played by    55 Posts Ian Donnaghan
Ian accepted the phone after smiling, nodding and accepting a black bag of cash from a rather burly man. Naturally, the Doctor was not intimidated whatsoever; he knew he could kill the man with his bare hands, it just wasn't in his nature to do so unless it was in self-defence. Upon hearing that he would primarily be fighting Infected, he was naturally relieved; if at all possible, Ian preferred to avoid a fight with humans, engaging only if he had no choice at all or if the humans were monstrous enough to warrant his intervention.

"I suppose there's always going to be one arsehole who will want to fight me I suppose...I suppose when it comes to that, there's always the option just to merely bloody them up a bit." There was also the matter of scheduling as well, to which he remarked. "Out there, time is a coin that is to be spent wisely; here in Stronghold, there is still some semblance of stability...albeit rather shaky as it is with any poorer section of an urban sprawl.

He remarked in regard to the nature of the human fights, whom he was more than capable of dispatching. The Doctor was also being rather generous about his statements pertaining to the stability of life in the lower levels of the city. When she finally replied to the question about her name, expressing her own desire for wanting to know his own name, a coy grin then began to form on his face. Ian was no stranger to the art of the deal; hell, he wouldn't have his position in Eclipse

"And here I thought you'd be wanting to preserve the mystique surrounding yours truly...imagine how tongues will wag when they say that not even the Lone Wanderer's backer doesn't even know his name? He then gave a little chuckle, accompanied with a light crossing of his arms. "Would I also be correct in assuming that you yourself also love a little mystery as well?"
Tag Eve Lovell
Posted 08-06-2021, 06:44 AM
Played by potatochips    35 Posts Eve Lovell

It annoyed her a little when the man appeared to be not as affected by her charms as she thought he should be but Eve quickly moved past it. Although she was confident with her looks and with her acting, she had been made aware since her teens, that she wasn't always everyone's cup of tea.

"Hmm, I can't say I can argue with you about life outside," she pouted and shrugged her shoulders as he lectured on how life outside the Stronghold was. However, though she may appear to have life easier than most, Eve did not get to where she was without hard work and thus she didn't like how it felt like there was a slight implication in his words that the life she lives wasn't as dire as the others. "But everyone here is doing the best they could given their own situations. Just as much as the people outside."

The smile which then painted his lips looked charming but as she already felt that there was something more sinister lurking behind his kind face, Eve decided not to believe any it. Pulling away from him, she mimicked his actions and casually crossed her arms over her midsection. "I am flattered that you read me so easily, mister. It is true I am a lover of mystery but I am also a woman of caution. I wouldn't be in this business if I was careless enough to take everything at their face value."

She then batted her long lashes at him and grinned. "However, if that's how you want to play it then be my guest. I cannot force you to do anything you don't want to do. But like I said, this is a two-way street, darling. If I can't have your real name, you can't have mine."

At that point, however, the young woman already thought further digging into the Lone Wanderer would either be too tiresome or dangerous, and the possibility of both being true was also high. Ever the self-preservationist, Eve decided to play by his rules for now.

Although tonight didn't go the way she wanted, she still felt it was better than what she anticipated when she first came to the theatre. She would have to immediately report this back to Atlas of course. After all, Atlas always finds ways.

With a graceful flick of her wrist, she flipped the stray strands of hair on her shoulders to her back and signaled for her pets to start packing up. "Now, that's settled, I guess we shall call it a night. Unless you have something else for me, Mister Lone Wanderer?"

Tag Ian Donnaghan

Posted 08-07-2021, 12:20 AM This post was last modified: 08-07-2021, 12:22 AM by Eve Lovell
Played by    55 Posts Ian Donnaghan
"Very well then...." admonished Ian with a shrug, "I still need to call you something for the sake of some semblance of normality...how does Madame Arachne sound?"

The Doctor gave a frendly smile, though there was a subtle edge to it; not only was it a reference to Classical Greek myth of Arachne, he very much suspected that his patron was very much akin to a spider at the heart of the web. In her case though, it was a web of intrigues, presumably with strands connecting far and wide throughout the denizens of Stronghold's lower districts. When she inquired as to whether or not he had anything else to ask about, he simply shook his head.

"I've nothing also to ask of you ma'am."

He said before taking one of her hands in a gentlemanly manner. There was a peculiar blend of strength and gentleness to it; these were not the hands of a killer, but the hands of a healer...something that would presumably clash with his display in arena. Bending over, Ian would plant a kiss upon the hand, resulting in the tingling sensation of his beard, accompanied by him catching a potent whiff of the perfumes she wore.

"In the meantime," the words came as he parted away from Madame Arachne as he picked up his winnings. "I suppose I'll be seeing you at the next fight."
Tag Eve Lovell
Posted 08-14-2021, 06:17 PM
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